My Hometown Lyrics - Bruce Springsteen & The E Street Band

I was eight years old and running with a dime in my hand 

Into the bus stop to pick up a paper for my old man 

I'd sit on his lap in that big old Buick and steer as we drove through town 

He'd tousle my hair and say son take a good look around 

This is your hometown 

This is your hometown 

This is your hometown 

This is your hometown 

In '65 tension was running high at my high school 

There was a lot of fights between the black and white 

There was nothing you could do 

Two cars at a light on a Saturday night in the back seat there was a gun 

Words were passed in a shotgun blast 

Troubled times had come 

To my hometown 

My hometown 

My hometown 

My hometown 

Now Main Street's whitewashed windows and vacant stores 

Seems like there ain't nobody wants to come down here no more 

They're closing down the textile mill across the railroad tracks 

Foreman says these jobs are going boys and they ain't coming back 

To your hometown 

Your hometown 

Your hometown 

Your hometown 

Last night me and Kate we laid in bed 

Talking about getting out 

Packing up our bags maybe heading south 

I'm thirty five we got a boy of our own now 

Last night I sat him up behind the wheel and said son take a good look around 

This is your hometown